I love Fridays. And I truly adore Fridays in London. I've been here six months now, enough time to establish my routine. Finish work between six and seven. Never, never have a drink with work colleagues. (Why would I? I see enough of them the rest of the week). Never, never make a date with friends. And even though we went dress-down ages ago, always wea...
The pool party was a huge success. Word spread around that we were the toast of the town for new sex parties and groups. We enrolled a dozen couples from our exclusive neighborhood, four single men, a bisexual lesbian couple and widowed former NFL cheerleader, now 44, whose much older husband passed away 2 years prior. We now have a waiting list as 50 couple...
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away. * * * * * So far the convention is ordinary, and beginning to be boring. It's the end of the afternoon, the large room only half filled, a dozing crowd. Nearly all of them are physicians, medical people from various places, even a few Europeans, although th...
[Note to readers: most of you will guess where this is going right away. But I hope you like the journey anyway! If you have any ideas for how to better disguise what will happen, or how I better could surprise the readers, please let me know.] * "Darn it! I did it again!" Nancy berated herself. As she awoke in the unfamiliar room it was clear she had don...
The new day was exceedingly moist. It was one of those intense steamy weeks in August with intermittent rain separated by hours upon hours of dense heat and humidity. The kind of weather that permanently wore down the insides of all air conditioners that kept the city by the river barely functioning under the intense dampness. A curtain of early morning fog...
February 14th at Momo's Hey, bartender. You must be new here, right? Don't remember seeing you before. But then, I haven't been here in a year. What's your name tag say? J-A-C-Q-I. Cute spelling. Give me a Midori and seltzer, with a lime twist. I may get something stronger, but that all depends... No, I guess you don't get a lot of black women in a bar for...
Chapter 2: Toe Fucking at Lunch (This story continues directly after the events of Letting Go I) .................... She had to run to catch her bus. Her skirt was short and she was wearing no knickers, her knees were weak after the morning love games, her loins tenderized from the breakfast spanking, and, to make her vulnerability even worse, her heels...
Ederia College is an all-girls high-class school located in a remote rural area. It is 10 kilometers to the north from a small quiet town. Its facilities are among the best that can be found anywhere - large buildings with plenty of space, two dormitories with luxury single and double rooms, indoor pool, and so on. You didn't bother memorizing everything the...
Laura drew the next card from the stack on the table. "Kiss", she called out. For the love of sanity, how ironic was that - she'd just dumped her boyfriend of 14 months three weeks ago, and now in this stupid game that her friends insisted she play, which she'd always refused on previous occasions, she either had to kiss somebody else at the table, or forf...
In the dream, I push through the double doors into a wide ballroom bigger than any room I've ever imagined before. At least, I think it's a dream. It feels like a dream; my legs feel like they're churning through warm water with every slow, languid step, and the sounds in the room have a distant, echoey quality. Like they're not really happening. I hear the...